Two full hours
To leave the **** house
Then arrive at a place
Where they'll all shut me out
For the hair isn't right
Mouth has dried drool
Even the layers of makeup
Isn't enough for you

Then the hours will pass
Frizz coats my hair of red
And your venomous words
Still ring in my head
For when the night dawns
And I can finally sleep
Even my own mind
Says I'm not enough for me

Maybe this is dramatic
Joking so true
But the words have turned real
The mirror made cruel
Minds think alike
In the same way
And the lies you told
Still hurt to this day

Now it's three full hours
To get out of the house
A routine so excessive
I feel I'll never get out
And once it's over
When the laughter is done
My layers of self worth
Have all turned to none

On the corner of your pages
I'll leave not my name
Nor my wretched face,
But a word of thanks

You let me read your stories
Shared to me your worries;
I somehow became part
Of your wonderful art

I would be greatly honored
If you saw my crooked words
And remember those times
That once our pages aligned—

Where laughters are easy to find
So did our cries and whines.

I breathe air through lungs,
strained from cries.
Laugh through a mouth,
master of lies.
Look at you with eyes,
mirrored pain.
And still I wonder how
I lost you
by loving you.
Ironic?
Understatement.
I thought it saving
you
thought it hiding.
Maybe you were right,
maybe there is no
burden
in love.

Grief is a strange thing.
It can have many masks and be many faces.
It can be anger.
It can be hate.
It can be laughter
And it can be an overwhelming sadness.
Grief is a stranger.
It is the man in an alleyway dressed in black.
It can watch you.
It can grab you.
And it can even make you one of its own.
It is in times of Grief we must fight.
We must crawl and claw our way out.
Because Grief can make us a stranger,
Even to ourselves.

It took three seconds
for a cautious hello
to turn into a symphony for my soul.

I wonder if my walls still remember
the laughter that went on till dawn.
Since then, the mirror seemed kinder,
my legs moved quicker,
and my smile did not vanish.

I have never felt this way before—
sleep seemed futile,
hunger vanished.
I wrote about you
until my hands hurt.

I could feel your heartbeat
through the light blue shirt you wore.
The hidden patch of your beard was exposed.
Your words fell into mine—
look at our human noise.

The old couple looked at us in envy.
Maybe we will get there too.

The moon followed us,
and we heard wedding bells.
Your pretty hand fits well in mine—
just right.

I couldn’t wait to call you home.

You’re sunshine in spring,
A pure smile so shy,
Introvert and classy,
A warmth passing by.

Natural and cool,
Beauty deep and true,
Photogenic spirit,
Lovely through and through.

Always understanding,
Open to life's art,
Strong yet gentle kindness,
Friendship from the heart.

Spontaneous laughter,
Plans out of the blue
Dear sweetest sunshine,
I'm glad I met you.